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Friends concerned at my ignorance just lent me The Crisis of Criticism a book of essays published in 1998. I found art critic Michael Brenson's "Resisting the Dangerous Journey: The Crisis in Journalistic Criticism" to be touching and affecting. The essay is available online here through the Warhol Foundation.

Brenson's essay was written in 1994-5, around the time that I first started writing about art in Toronto, and around the time that we started plotting to publish a brash and chatty local art magazine. This quote from Brenson reflects exactly the frustration that some of us were feeling here at the time:
"I am sick of people saying in private what they will not say in public, or saying in private the opposite of what they say in public. Part of what I admire in the writings of a public intellectual like Henry Louis Gates Jr. is that there seems to be no real split between what he will say privately and publicly. The institutionalization of private outrage and public silence -- not just regarding criticism but also with regard to so much that matters to art and culture, including the now all-but-official hostility to art and demonization of the artist in America -- has historical associations that are very disturbing to me. So much public silence in the face of so much private unhappiness throughout the art world is a sign of a crisis of moral imagination that is one of the underlying themes of this presentation."
Now, almost ten years later, our sassy little art mag is defunct, the YBA Sensation show has come and gone, and this thing we call post-modernism is no longer a distressing novelty but an entrenched frame of reference. At the same time art-types have adopted the internet, brilliant writers of many ilks are publishing criticism hither and yon, and there is more good art criticism by more different types of people than ever before. Yet there seems to be a generalised eruption of sadness and dismay at the loss of a formal art criticism that passes judgement. My question is Huh? wha?... has that criticism actually been lost? Has it not just been added to? It seems to me that judgement is alive and well, that rigour is alive and well, that discourse and guidance and depth of intellectual investigation is fuller and richer than its ever been, with more avenues of accessibility to a broader range of reader. So why the moaning? Sane intelligent people, (Philip Monk, Lane Relyea, Jennifer McMackon?--is this how you feel, J?--and others) clearly are experiencing some sort of loss. It bothers me -- perhaps because I feel complicit in the late nineties shakedown of authority and expertise in artwriting -- that I don't yet understand "what is on the table" (as Tom Moody recently suggested in the comments to an earlier post). What am I missing? Is there something important slipping away, and I'm just too biased to grasp the loss? Nevertheless, irked as I am, I am also determined that the value of criticism is located in attention rather than authority. Brenson makes a beautiful and inspiring call to journalistic critics to take on the "life and death" issues that can arise from art, and I'll end this post with it cause it cheers me up enormously:
"The one response that is impermissible on the network news is doubt; permission to doubt is one of the great gifts of modernism to 20th-century culture. Critics must be willing from time to time not only to wiggle their toes in issues that threaten them, or for which they have no answer, but to plunge into them and learn to swim there. It is impossible at any time for critics who write regularly to avoid mistakes. Making them and being attacked for them mean little or nothing in themselves. What matters is the way critics deal with these mistakes and attacks. What matters is the quality of curiosity, the quality of attentiveness, the quality of concern, the quality of vision, the quality of the experience of art and language. It is also the quality of debate a critic makes available. If the discussions provoked by a critic are at the expense of that critic, so be it. If I say something that unwittingly brings to the surface esthetic or cultural or racial limitations, and my words enable people to become more aware of those limitations, fine. Probably everyone here has a sense of the kind of critic needed to meet the challenges of this moment. Many approaches are, of course, possible. Many different approaches are needed. I am looking for critics who not only love art -- not just one kind of art, art -- but who also love language, and who are also able to keep learning and growing from their mistakes, and from the dialogues they establish with and among their readers and within themselves."

- sally mckay 7-22-2004 7:13 pm [link] [3 refs] [12 comments]

roasting pan

- sally mckay 7-22-2004 5:11 am [link] [2 refs] [5 comments]

Most readers on this blog will already know about the current serious threat to Coach House Books. The press is fundamentally important to Canadian literature, and has been a major inspiration for a lot of DIY-type publishing activity. It's an important publisher for under-the-radar writers and most Canadian authors with any publishing history have had something to do with Coach House in the past 40 years. The place is an icon, and I think we need it. There's an interesting online petition here, FWIW, that allows you to see who's posted and read their comments.

- sally mckay 7-20-2004 4:41 pm [link] [1 comment]

I feel so strongly about the merit of this instant coffee listing that I am reposting it below:

Huron Street Hunt Club Presents...


Extreme Animals
Cory arcangel / Beige Programming Ensemble
Paper Rad Videos
dr doo
Natural Reflex
Troll Band
Hitz Exprezz
DJ Jenny-Veranda

Saturday July 24th, 2004
Gladstone Hotel 1214 Queen St. W. (TORONTO)
$6 10pm

The 2003 Toronto appearance by Extreme Animals was cancelled due to city wide lack of electricity.  We promise that won't happen again, ok, but you, if you know anything you have to come to this.  Have you seen this  Well go and watch it than you can decide whether you should come.  Maybe you think its stupid, well fine, don't come, we are not going to miss you.  But if you do come please show up at 10pm and bring 6$ + money for beverages and merchandise, plus don't forget to wear jammer shorts.  If you don't wear jammer shorts you may feel slightly out of place, but don't say we didn't warn you.

For further inspiration please consult the following:


Huron Street Hunt Club

- sally mckay 7-20-2004 7:34 am [link] [2 refs] [3 comments]

I'm involved in an interesting discussion over at Catherine Osborne's blog about art & commodity as evidenced in the work of Sandy Plotnikoff (work which I love). A super nice feature of this medium is that while two mouthy art chicks can ramble on, the artist himself can join in too, as well as anyone else with a thought on the matter.

- sally mckay 7-19-2004 8:45 pm [link] [add a comment]


- sally mckay 7-16-2004 7:26 am [link] [3 comments]

Who'd have thought art criticism was such a hot topic? The old-style stuff was moldy and dry, the new-style stuff is either glib and undemanding, or esoteric and niche. Interesting that so many of us (myself included) seem to care about it with some sort of passion. A few months ago this blog saw a glut of posts, spurred by a panel discussion in Toronto about whether or not criticism is irrelevant. A few days ago a really good post appeared at Iconoduel, a report on James Elkins' essay What Happened to Art Criticism? Iconoduel is a very interesting art blog from Chicago, written with insight and clarity by "Dan," who seems to have a cool and solid head on his shoulders. Read his post on Elkins (and then, like I'm thinking, you might not have to read Elkins!*).
" Ultimately, Elkins doesn't 'think it is necessarily a good idea to reform criticism: what counts is trying to understand the flight from judgment, and the attraction of description' (that is the appeal of descriptive criticism, so prevalent now, as opposed to the fiery polemics of a century ago)."
*(I'm kidding but I'm not. Maybe part of the reason old guard art criticism has lost cachet is that we readers aren't sated by source material anymore. I rarely want to be absorbed into someone's rigid, worked-out thesis, I'd rather slide around in all the murky questions that rise off a work when others start to analyse and question it. It's partly an attention span thing, and a symptom of decadent culture-grazing, but it might also be a characteristic of rigorous post-modernism. One single point of view just doesn't cut it anymore.)

- sally mckay 7-15-2004 6:43 pm [link] [8 refs] [10 comments]

Ivor Cutler:

The sun quietly withdraws its light from the bit of earth you are living on to give to the people who are just about to get up. But anyway, you are tired by then, so you just go to bed.

Why do I look at the stone -- draw it? Why do I stand apart? I shall speak to it. "Hello stone. How are you?" "Well I have a little pain at the back. It's the damp. A little moss gathering at the crack. Can you see it?" I bend. "Yes, I see," but do not offer advice. A cat is also talking to the stone about tinned food and the stone seems very interested. "Goodbye," I say. The cat and the stone turn and nod. "Come again soon," says the stone. What a bloody cheek! 'Come again soon!' A stone! In front of a cat!

There are words -- and there are thoughts. Try putting them together. Try clothing a thought with clear words to make it visible. If you are clever with words, the visibility will be facile. Watch the awkward person struggle for the right word, the honest word. Trust his integrity.

Dave Shrigley:


My friend Von Bark, out of the blue, recently started quoting the Scottish wag and out-there poet/artist dude, Ivor Cutler. Thank you, friend! I'd forgotten all about Ivor Cutler and his crazy, sideways tug-at-your-heart stories, songs and bits of unclassifiable ephemera. Another friend, Sandra, lent me three wee books by Cutler, published in Scotland by the wee press, Arc Publications (the top left piece above, "The Sun," is from Is That Your Flap, Jack? and the two below it are from Fresh Carpet). If you do nothing else, follow this link to Ivor's Radio Sessions, with online audio samples. Scroll down to the mp3, "I ate a lady's bun," and listen to it. Then browse.

Checking in with Ivor Cutler again after all these years is timely, as another younger waggish Scottish bloke, Dave Shrigley, was all over Toronto's transit stops this spring with posters of his enigmatic nature/culture photographs that "walk softly" and poke pointed sticks at existential melancholy while evoking an "it's a damp cold" style of naturalism. Me and lots of other Canadians have been following Shrigley for years. His off-hand drawings, full of self-deprecation and foul abject humour strike a chord. Maybe I'm going too far to say that Canadians relate to Shrigley 'cause the stance of Scottish identity vis-a-vis England is so similar to us and USA? Yes likely... I am ...Dave Shrigley's career is doing fine all over the world, not just here. But I am excited to be finally putting Shrigley and Cutler together in the same sloppy zone of brain space inside my too-thick skull. Of course there is a lineage here, and how nice to finally grasp it.

- sally mckay 7-15-2004 8:35 am [link] [1 comment]

laura kikauka in lightbulbs
Portrait Laura Kikauka, Funny Farm, 1999 © Foto: Constance Hanna/MAK
image taken from here.

In my non-blog life I spend time administering the manifestation of words onto pieces of paper, mass-produced and bound together as objects with trade value and three-D charisma. My own writing is also printed on paper from time to time. Recently, a profile I wrote about Allyson Mitchell (who I initially posted about here) was published in Canadian Art magazine. Allyson is a good and fun artist and it was easy to write. In the profile I said the following about Mitchell's studio:
"The space is an overstimulating jumble of toys, collectibles, plastic flowers, tiny artworks that look like knick-knacks, tiny knick-knacks that look like art, books, zines, cushions and personal belongings."

The Toronto-area art-use of macramé and googly-eyes belongs to a local history that must acknowledge Fastwurms, Lisa Neighbour, lots of other people, and most of all Laura Kikauka, who's awesome kitsch-power blows the rest of us wannabes out of the water. In her current installation at Toronto's Power Plant, far far too many interesting things are crammed into small spaces for our delectation. Kikauka has organised her gee-gaws with a remarkable amount of grace. By all rights, the sheer quantity of toys, packages, sequins, photographs, lampshades, shoes and wispy glue-gun trailings should be oppressive, but there is a lightness to Kikauka's touch that says, "Don't worry, it's okay! Just look at the parts you like and then be on your way, but if you want you're welcome to come back another day."

- sally mckay 7-14-2004 6:08 pm [link] [3 refs] [1 comment]